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Flames watches her son move off, a slight frown slowly etching itself across satanically gorgeous features. Honestly, wasn't he being a little too over-dramatic? She knew the colt was jealous of the young vampiress - 'twas painfully obvious; and quite frankly, the ebonite banshee couldn't exactly blame her son for being in such a state. 'Twas true - Revei seemed to pride in Morse a lot more than he had ever did with Nos; she was like the daughter he never had. And she could imagine how frustrating it had to be for the young demon - what with everyone going on about Morse and all; still, the stygian-cloaked demoness did not particularly agree with her son's behavior - he was acting quite immature, in her eyes. With a sharp toss of the savage skull, a snort is blasted from expanded nostrils, carbon visable within the crisp, night air upon doing so. Attention is then directed toward Reveille and Morsemordre yet again, and she listens intently to her mate's rather loud words - no doubt emphasized for their son's sake. Snorting yet again, she turns intriciately-sculpted visage around to allow her fiery gaze to set itself upon the half-grown colt's figure, her flame-licked lanterns narrowing ever-so-slightly within their chambers as she watches his blood-stained carcass disappear within the shadows of the forest. A barely audible growl of slight annoyance is uttered from decayed larynx as her lips peel back in a snarl, before the expression diappears just as quick as it came, and she turns back toward Reveille and Morsemordre, an "affectionate" bump of ashen mug given upon the stygian-cloaked brute's muscled shoulder, and the ghost of a smile bestowed to the vampiric filly as she again, falls silent.

FLAMES O' HELL
DEMONESS
ARABIAN
HEART AND HIDE STAINED BLACK
FIFTEEN POINT THREE HANDS
EIGHT YEARS OLD
CHAINED TO REVEILLE
SPAWNED NOSFERATU

Nosferatu snarled to himself, a barely audible growl of annoyance rumbling up from the bowels of chest cavity as he listens to his sire's overly-loud vocalities. And as the words register within unholy mind, blood-red eyes are rolled skywards, a sharp snort exploding from expanded caverns. "He is just too proud to admit it - a trait that he certainly did not pick up from any of his parents." What a load of crap! The young demon knew, perhaps more than anyone else, how his sire prided in himself; the ebonite beast was just as arrogant as himself, and he knew it, too. Clearly disgusted, the stud-colt proceeds into the darkness of the forest, allowing the shadows to enrapture muscled physique like a cloak. He was fed up with them - all of them; he didn't know what he was talking about? They didn't know what they were talking about! And as he disappears into the woods, the vampiric filly's last words are brought unto his auds, and he sneers haughtily, the savage skull shaken sharply as charred dreads are sent flying in a frenzy about devilishly handsome facade. What a lie - he doubted Morse couldn't care less about what he thought of her, especially if he liked her or not, which he most certainly did not. In his eyes, she was a stuck-up little brat that was extremely skilled into deceiving his parents into thinking she was so perfect, and that she was honored to be here. Pssh... yeah, right.

And so, the juvenile demon tresspasses even further into the forest, blood-flecked ooids - flickering with the searing flames of hell - shifting within their chambers as he seeks out an innocent victim that he can direct his anger unto. Finding a nest of baby rabbits nestled in a hole at the base of a tree trunk, a twisted and ugly smirk finds its way upon satanically handsome features, and in one quick motion, his body is lifted in a half-rear, brutally bringing down onyx daggers upon the innocent creatures. Their high-pitched squeals of pain were more than satisfactory for him, and he chuckled with devious delight as he began to mutilate the dead animals, smearing their blood all over the den in which they were birthed in, before he pivots upon muscled haunches and heads toward a stream, lowering the savage skull toward the trickling water as he laps at the cool liquid, throat muscles playing under sleek, blood coloured flesh enrapturing his stalwart neck to convey the substance to his stomach.

NOSFERATU
HELL-SPAWNED COLT
ARABIAN/FRIESIAN MUTT
STAINED OF BLOOD AND MIDNIGHT
ONE AND A HALF YEARS OLD
UNDETERMINED HEIGHT
REVEILLE X FLAMES O' HELL

Subject	Author	Date
[ x ] n o w . I . l a y . m e . d o w n . t o . s l e e p \| [ dark mark ]	[ x ] reveille \| [ morsemordre ]	23:38:13 07/13/05 Wed
LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 15:03:58 07/20/05 Wed [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 12:15:09 07/21/05 Thu LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 16:38:53 07/24/05 Sun [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 15:56:03 07/30/05 Sat LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 17:49:29 07/31/05 Sun [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 21:04:15 07/31/05 Sun LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 22:00:37 07/31/05 Sun [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 23:16:11 07/31/05 Sun LET ME RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT -- NOSFERATU, 09:01:14 08/01/05 Mon [ dark mark ] -- [ morsemordre ], 21:31:29 08/01/05 Mon OOC -- Sam, 22:11:49 08/01/05 Mon